It's strange. Here we are in the middle of this argument of nothingness. She is standing there tapping her foot, and crossing her arms huffing, every so often opening her mouth to retort to my previous accusation. Her hair was flung down her back, curls forming around her face, her cheeks slightly flushed from shouting at me, her eyes. God, those eyes, looking at me with loathing, but somewhere I'm certain I can see a hint of love, of passion. Whether that is for the argument we are having, or for me individually. She is stunning.

You're beautiful actually.

I argue back, because I know she is waiting for me to put fuel in her fire. To light up the side of her that she never shows to anyone else. I know that I'm the only one that can make her like this. The only one to make her show definite passion. She is still yelling, her cheeks becoming a darker, red, as she continues.

I move towards her slowly. Looking into her eyes. She all of a sudden becomes silent. Suddenly cautious of my behaviour. She takes a few steps back. But I take a hold of her wrist. She opens her mouth to say something. But I put my finger over her lips. I pull her towards me. Putting my hand over her hip, guiding her forwards. She leans back, her eyebrow arched questioning my actions. But I hold her back, pulling it up straight. I slowly leant down. Noting that she closes her eyes, I close my eyes, and press my lips to her. I encircle her waist with one arm. One of her hands gripping onto my arm, the other around my neck. I slowly bring my hand up to her cheek. Caressing her left cheek, I moved my hand through her hair.

I pull back. She looks stunned.

'Ron. What was that for?'

'Hermione. We gotta stop fighting.'

'No. We don't

I looked puzzled begging for an explanation.

'When we argue, I realise that you make me feel angry in exactly the right way. You make me angry like no one else can. You make me feel so many emotions all at one. Love, passion and hatred. They are the main ones, the ones that jumble up in my stomach to make butterflies.'

'I Love you too.'

With that she kissed me. Knowing that I had understood what she meant. What she had hidden in that passage.